On Seymour last weekend, skier was trying the flat-down box. Skis slipped off both sides so he was straddling it, then one ski tip caught under the box. He fell forward on the box, lost both skis, and basically did a skeleton sled (without the sled) the rest of the way down the box. He wasn't hurt, but obviously embarrassed. I had bird's-eye from the lift. Just howled.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.